Another love lie

I held you tightly so you covered my eyes

Blindside me from the sight of your voice

Lips moving softly as I tremble at their sound 


I wanted you 

Wrapped your head in my arms held it to my stomach

Cried while watching you smile- 


We are posed 

Here standing in levels 

But I am still underneath you 


Pulsing to the breath of your touch 

Loudly to the sound of your name 

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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